I discovered David Crosby when I was about 13. A friend who lived across the road, Farnham Haywood, had a great record collection. Farnham was older than me, played guitar and harmonica, and could sing like Crosby (and Nash). He's still playing today. We started doing duo gigs, and the repertoire consisted of CSN and Neil Young songs. Farnham had a book of Crosby's tunings. It became a bible for me; I'd never seen or heard anything like them before.
You don't need me to tell you Cros was a ferocious drug addict. His drug of choice was freebase cocaine, which he took at every possible opportunity. At the time, of course, I didn't know or care. All I knew was that this was guitar playing unlike I'd ever heard before. Open tunings, bizarre tunings, anything was acceptable as long as it worked. I studied them all. Instead of the usual EADGBE, you'd have DADF#AD; an open D; nothing unusual about that, but when you got into stuff like EBDGAD for example, anything was possible. Suddenly the intro to Deja Vu became easy instead of a mystery. The quote above; "He's got me exactly where I want him," came from a bootleg of the same name, which, years later, was remastered by Stephen Barncard as "Another Stoney Evening". Stephen told me how much fun it was to work on in a series of email exchanges when email was a new-fangled thing many years ago.
If you're interested in Cros, you need to read this book. Written with photographer and friend Carl Gottlieb, it tells of his early life and childhood, through to The Byrds, Buffalo Springfield, and eventually to Crosby, Stills and Nash. They were the first real supergroup. They were the first act to play stadiums. They were, simply, the biggest band in the world for a couple of years. Cros's drug habit eventually became intolerable for those around him, he ended up in jail for firearm offences, and eventually went into rehab after a confrontation with many of his friends, Joni Mitchell, Graham Nash, and probably most important of all; Jackson Browne. It was Jackson who visited one day. Cros played him the beginning of "Delta". Jackson refused to leave until it was completed. The song's a masterpiece, composed by a brain befuddled by drugs, but Jackson is widely credited with saving Cros's life. Here it is.
To cut a very long story very short, Cros found he had a son, James Raymond, who was already an established musician. After they met, got along fine, they joined forces with guitarist Jeff Pevar, and formed the aptly named CPR. Today Cros is singing better than ever, and still touring with Nash and Stills. CPR produced magical material. This is a sample from 2001.